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Will fought his urge to slam himself into her. Bringing the top of his penis along her slick folds, he finally found the opening he sought. Lifting her hips, he slowly brought her down on him, enveloping him with her moist heat.
He barely sensed the thin barrier give way as he filled her. Her small “oh” was the only reaction. At this point, he didn’t care. He needed her. He wanted her, and nothing would stop him from loving her.
“Elizabeth,” he moaned and then kissed her. He prayed he hadn’t hurt her. She’d been hurt too much already.
“Will?”
“Hmm?”
“Sho
uld it feel this good to have you inside me?” she whispered.
He stared down at her green eyes and smiled. He almost lost his control right then. “It’s only going to feel better.”
He kissed her deeply and lifted her hips slightly to test her soreness. A long moan was his answer. Her hips moved again, only this time, it was all Elizabeth’s doing. She placed her hands on his shoulders and slid up his hard length.
Closing his eyes, he leaned his head back against the sofa. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been with a woman, and never had he been with one like Elizabeth. A lady. Not a servant or strumpet. She felt right. This shouldn’t feel so damned good. It was wrong.
Feeling her tighten against his cock, he clasped her hips and moved with her. As she shivered her release, he let go to the sensations of being deeply inside Elizabeth. Never had it felt like this before. She collapsed against him, breathing hard.
What had he done?
Chapter 12
Elizabeth noticed his muscles tense and wondered if he regretted their actions. She should feel terrible about it. But she didn’t. Languid with spent desire, she rested her head against his shoulder. His heartbeat echoed in her ear, strong and virile, just like Will.
“Elizabeth,” Will started slowly, “we need to talk.”
“No,” she said, and then kissed a spot of skin on his chest.
“Elizabeth.” This time his voice brooked no denial.
She sat up, still feeling him inside of her. “Yes?”
“Not like this.” He slid her off his penis and pulled his handkerchief out of his jacket. After gently wiping her folds, he glanced at the bloodstains on the handkerchief. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“It wasn’t important,” she lied. Saving herself had been important until he arrived. Now she understood Avis and Jennette so much more. They could not wait for marriage, and neither could she.
Not that she was waiting for a proposal from him. She couldn’t marry him. She didn’t even know who her father was.
“I don’t believe you,” he said, pulling up his trousers. “A woman doesn’t wait until she’s twenty-six to give herself to a man unless it’s important.”
“Will, I said it wasn’t important. I was a virgin and now I am not.” Elizabeth tried to shrug casually while hiding her tears. Why did she suddenly want to cry?
She watched him button his shirt and retie his cravat. Her fingers itched to touch him again. This was bad. Very, very bad. She turned her back to him and asked, “Would you mind?”
His fingers tightened her stays and then moved to the small pearl buttons on her gown. “Elizabeth, I find it difficult to believe that you are so flippant about your virginity.”
“I am perfectly well, Will.”
Once he had finished, she glanced around the room to make sure things were in their correct places. Everything appeared normal to her. But she would never be able to look at that sofa again without remembering what they had done there.
“Elizabeth.”
She finally turned around and faced him. Her lover. Her heart skipped a beat. How could he look more handsome now than ever before? Was it just the concern for her etched upon his face?
“The item you were looking for last night”—he paused before continuing—“did it concern your father?”
